Chapter 861: Scumbag Brother and Scumbag Father, Get Lost (7)

Chapter 861: Chapter 861: Scumbag Brother and Scumbag Father, Get Lost (7)

"Father, it’s all my fault for being unfilial. I shouldn’t have trusted those people so easily."

After a pause, Meng Wengan suddenly asked, "Father, is it really impossible to gather the money?"

"Wen Ang, I’ve done my best," Meng Chongxi said bitterly, "even if we sell your sister, it’s not enough."

Indeed, Meng Chongxi had considered this, but had not mentioned it to the family. He initially planned to sell his daughter as a last resort. Although it would be unfair to her, his son was more important; Meng Wengan was his entire hope.

Meng Wengan: "Does Father plan to sell my sister to the brothel?"

He seemed to say accidentally, "I’ve heard that brothels indeed pay for good looks, especially those with a clean background, the price is highest..."

His voice grew smaller, with a hint of guilt: "Do we really have to sell my sister?"

In the night, Meng Chongxi couldn’t see Meng Wengan’s face: "This is the only way. If selling her to the brothel fetches two hundred taels, at least the money can be gathered, the gambling debt repaid, and you won’t have to lose your fingers."

"Wen Ang, when you succeed in the future, you must bring your sister back."

"Yes, Father, when I’ve succeeded, I will definitely bring my sister back, let her live a good life, carefree for the rest of her days, and always cherish her, not letting anyone bully her."

With Meng Wengan’s words, Meng Chongxi made up his mind.

On the next day, Meng Chongxi told the family about this matter.

Mrs. Zhang immediately jumped, "No way! I disagree, we absolutely cannot sell Yan’er."

"What kind of place is a brothel? Meng Chongxi, where is your conscience? Are you really not considering Yan’er at all? Once you enter that place, there’s no way out..." Mrs. Zhang shouted and cried, hiding Qiann Yan behind her.

Qiann Yan stood behind Mrs. Zhang, feeling her trembling.

Mrs. Zhang was filled with despair, perhaps knowing that no matter how loudly she shouted, or how heart-renderingly she cried, she couldn’t stop Meng Chongxi’s decision.

"We can’t just watch as Wen Ang’s fingers get cut off," Meng Chongxi said. "In this dynasty, those with incomplete bodies aren’t qualified to take the imperial examinations. Wen Ang can’t lose his fingers."

"No, I won’t allow it!"

Meng Chongxi’s face was stern: "Mrs. Zhang, in this family, I make the decisions."

Mrs. Zhang stubbornly stood firm, tightly protecting Qiann Yan behind her like a hen guarding its chicks. Her rough hands gripped Qiann Yan’s wrist, growing tighter: "As long as I’m here, you can forget about selling Yan’er, even if it costs me my life. Yan’er is innocent; the trouble was caused by Wen Ang himself. From a young age, he had everything the best, growing up in a honeyed environment. The family never let him do any heavy work, while Yan’er worked from a young age. It’s laughable; all the money earned from her hard embroidery work was for Wen Ang’s studies. Now, he causes trouble, and still wants to sell Yan’er to cover his debt!"

"Does Yan’er owe you anything?" Mrs. Zhang hoarsely shouted, her face ashen, yet her eyes were extraordinarily determined, "Meng Wengan, if you have any conscience, consider that Yan’er is your sister, don’t send her into that hellhole."

In that place, is there any way out for a girl?

A lifetime would be ruined.

"Mrs. Zhang, when Wen Ang achieves fame and fortune, he will bring Yan’er out, and then she will have a life of glory and wealth. If today..."

Mrs. Zhang directly pulled Qiann Yan inside, refusing to listen to nonsense.

If Meng Wengan truly had potential, he would’ve already passed the scholar exams, and wouldn’t have resorted to gambling, nor thought of selling his own sister to cover debts.

Meng Chongxi was just deceiving himself.